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I still remember those boots, those old brown boots, those cowboy boots. My little brother used to wear them when he was young and naive. Those boots have now been forgotten, replaced. They reside at the very end of a closet shelf, covered in dust, left to rot. My mother has not been able to give those precious boots away; they have been part of lots of fond memories. Before, it would have taken a miracle to separate my brother from his boots, his brown boots, his cowboy boots. Those boots where vital to my brother, a necessity, he could not function if he could not wear his boots. My mother had no choice but to attend to her brothers wedding with his child wearing cowboy boots. Those boots were once worn daily, the smell must have been dreadful, no chance had my mother to clean them since my brother would never take them off. My brother used to pretend he was a cowboy; he would wear his hat and mounted a little white toy horse whose legs where red plastic wheels. Those boots were once part of a dream; they helped create a world in a little boy’s mind, a world far from his reality. I remember how my brother’s imagination soared when he wore his boots, he could swear to God that he was a real life cowboy, he would mount for days in his white toy horse traveling through endless deserts and befriending Indians. For years my brother adored his boots but one day those brown boots weren’t his fit anymore so he had to replace them for other boots, bigger boots, black boots, but still, cowboy boots. I adored playing with that little cowboy; at times I would pretend I was a cowboy as well. Now, the cowboy boots have been replaced, there is no more space in his closet for brown or even black boots, that little boy he used to be has disappeared and now dreams of being an architect, he no longer has time for playing what he call’s “childish games”. His dream of being a cowboy has faded, vanished. I will always longer the return of that child that used to run around in brown cowboy boots believing he was the mightiest of all the cowboys in the whole wide world. Time has flown by; the little cowboy is now a young adult. He will continue to turn older, but still, as time passes by I will always remember those boots, those old brown boots, those cowboy boots.